Two lovers rest in a valley
between two mountains.
They lie in a bed of strange weeds that are topped with white puffs, 
like cottonballs. 
Gusts of wind make the cottonballs ripple like ocean waves.
As the sun sets behind the western ridge, 
a jagged shadow creeps slowly toward the lovers. 
One of them pulls the other close and says, "This is how it should be"
and the other one puts his head on his lover's chest in agreement.
Together they watch as the darkness envelops them. 

Almighty Shadow, Consume the valley, the ravine and stream. 
Swallow the dirt and moss, my lover and me. Oh, let us die beautifully.